#spicy!!

Cocky indeed Dreadwolf 😩

Knuckles: AUGHHHH

Bullied kid: gulp what do you want?!

Bully, still cracking knuckles: gimme your lunch money

I really hope you get out of horny jail soon dear Rogue!! In the meantime, here's some spice!!

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Morpheus wasn't exactly in the most comfortable position.

He was sat on his throne, his entire body, including this thighs and calves, bound by flimsy rope he could easily tear to pieces with his strength, with that bulge between his thighs increasingly straining his pants, courtesy of that vixen making her way up to the stairs of his throne on agonizingly slow steps.

His eyes were locked in on you as you inched closer to him. You had on a slip of a dress that barely reached your thighs, made entirely out of lace in the shade of ruby he was partial to. It left little to his imagination and only exacerbated that ache between his legs. Your breasts, visible through the dress, were heaving in anticipation, and the higher up his eyes went, the more he had his breath taken away.

You had on the naughtiest of smirks, one that he knew promised trouble of the most enticing sort.

There you were, the most beautiful, alluring creature he has ever laid eyes on, only a few feet within reach and he couldn't even touch you. It was a travesty.

"Comfortable, your majesty?" He heard you tease just a few steps below from where he was bound to. Oh, he'll make you pay for this, he vowed.

"Barely, my love," was all he could manage in his frustration. If he could just free his cock...

"Let me touch you," Dream whispered with a slight strain to his voice. "Please."

Him, an Endless, beg? For you, he'd get on his knees and kiss the ground you walk on while doing so.

But instead of taking pity, you giggled - you actually giggled at his state! - and halted your steps, licking your lips slowly so he could observe that devious tongue of yours. Oh how he wished to have it wrapped around his -

"I don't think so, my king."

Mesmerized, he could only look on as you finally were inches away from him he could smell your perfume, and without breaking eye contact, you sat on one of his thighs, facing him, and proceeded to grind ever-so-gently against him.

A lesser man would've whined, but he was an Endless - instead he groaned at the way your slick folds were gathering wetness on his jeans, your breast inching closer to his face with your every movement. How he wanted just a bite of that perky nipple staring at him through your skimpy clothing...

"My eyes are up here," you told him lightly as you lifted his chin so he could get a view of your expression: those lips, curled up in a seductive grin, your eyes heavily lidded with lust...then languidly you dragged your hands through his clothed chest, placed them on his shoulders, and rode his thigh faster.

With a clenched jaw and the patience only the Endless in him could muster, he could only squirm in his seat as he observed you, throwing your head back and moaning loudly, the sweet music you were making echoing in his empty throneroom.

Even with all the cosmic powers he had in his grasp, he was the one at your mercy.

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